as the wind blows
the rain beats down
the nose picks
up scents that
...
nature has an unseen
hand that helps play out
its script for the universe
...
i inherit a piece
of nature -- this body to
chart nature
...
our art is what nature
wishes us to paint
we are what nature
...
same blossoms
on my shirt ---
autumn field cosmos
...
our autumn years
like leaves we're blown together and asunder
...
the body's a hide
and seek center
to find one's gold
...